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She has several art books where she sketches, colors, and doodles in, using Joker and the rest of the goons as her muses. Makes little comics of Joker and Batman, sketches new clothes for him, doodles silly little Jonklers, maybe once in a while she’ll show it off to Joker. It’s art therapy for her.

…but also she keeps a secret sketch book, where she draws:

- various torture methods, historical and imaginary, in graphic detail

- ero guro (specifically two different drawings of Joker: one without his face, and another where he is completely skinless and Alice is eating his flesh. She also drew another drawing of Joker eating her (hehe).

- different scenes of her brutally dying, or committing suicide

- insane scribbles and mad writing on almost every page

- her wearing Joker’s face as a mask, and Joker wearing her face as a mask.

- a whole page dedicated to making a wall of people stitched together (mostly the people that Joker hates when he mentions them out loud)

- a human centipede :)

- various sex scenes that include strangers she sees on the street, and one where the Joker is performing various acts of violence on a tied up Alice, who is smiling (she loves the idea of him branding her with a hot iron)

- the three Jokers having their way with her

- a particular hated version of Batman chaining her up, also having his way with her in brutal fashion

- other horrendous shit

Oh yeah, and lots and lots of cannibalism

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Magnolia House A.K.A “Dollhouse”: [28]

Born to a wealthy and famous pair of doctors, Maggie was an only child who grew up sheltered. Magnolia’s father, Dr. Richard House, was a strict, calculated, narcissistic, and cruel man that played a facade of being a loving and caring doctor for his patients in his cosmetic surgery clinic. Although he doted on his wife, he disliked Maggie because he wanted a boy to continue the family’s profession. Magnolia’s mother, Dr. Morticia Herring, was an anthropologist and a forensic pathologist who had a big heart and believed in the goodness of humanity. She loved her daughter as much as she loved her husband. Despite the tension between the two, Dr. Herring believed that with time her husband would become fond of his child. But it never came.

Magnolia was Dr. House’s scapegoat; whenever he was frustrated with his work, he would take it out on his daughter if he was close, getting mad for anything. Bad test scores, behavioral complaints from teachers, Magnolia expressing her anger and frustration, her wanting something from the store, her wanting to go to a friend’s birthday party—anything! She eventually learned to stay away from her father when he was around, and stayed silent during dinner and car rides. Her only comfort was her mother, her savior. Dr. House couldn’t lay a finger on Maggie if Dr. Herring was around to scold him or threaten with divorce.

At the age of 18, Magnolia’s takes an unexpected turn when her mother dies from a brain aneurysm, leaving her motherless and her father a widower. Now with no one to protect her, Maggie is now Dr. House’s punching bag. She went from limited access to a social life to zero control over her education. She was only allowed to go to school and come straight back. She was never allowed to go anywhere without her father, and he rarely left the house after work.

When Dr. House found out that Magnolia wanted to become a toy maker, he was furious. He threatened to lock her up in the basement if she did not comply to go to medical school, and would kill her if she tried to go to the police for help.

For five years, Magnolia had to endure medical school to get her license. She resorted to cheating to pass her classes, not caring if she was caught. Overtime, she grew increasingly numb to the gore and vileness that came with the career, feeling empty within herself. The beatings suddenly weren’t as painful anymore, and she hardly reacted to her father screaming in her face.

The day she dropped out of college, she drove back home in silence. When her father was eating dinner alone, back turn to her, Magnolia struck him in the back of the head with a hammer. She dragged him to his bedroom and tied and handcuffed him to the bed. She worked effortlessly on his body, removing his arms and legs, leaving stubs at his elbows and knees. She stapled his mouth shut. And the first time in years, she smiled. Smiled at her father desperately trying to scream and run after waking up to his personal living hell.

Magnolia placed him in a steamer trunk and drove all the way down to the Mexican border, managing to bypass it and find one of the local spots where the cartel usually hung out. She quickly dumped the trunk into a ditch—making sure to leave no traces of her identity or DNA—and left her father in the middle of nowhere, screaming in the darkness. Maggie made all of the preparations to close down and sell her father’s clinic and had a fake memorial card from a private funeral. She bid her father’s nurses and workers goodbye and gave them their last paychecks. In case anyone asked to see the gravesite, Magnolia has an urn with ashes in it.

She sold the estate to add more money to the family fortune. She used her knowledge on cosmetics and makeup to open up a toy repair shop named “The Dollhouse”. As the owner, she would fix action figures, sew up plushies, create dolls of all kinds, and polish up collectables. She has shelves on both walls of the store and has two large windows to display her creations. Near the back of the shop, behind the cashier desk, is her workstation where cabinets and drawers sit on top of each other with supplies and tools to restore trinkets to their former glory. But near the back of the store, through a single door, down a flight of stairs, is her other “workshop”. Her own surgery clinic with medical beds, monitors, and tables of surgical equipment and supplies all around. She kidnaps horrible people like her father and takes them to her lair to “fix them”, either turning them to mindless puppets/dolls or harvesting their bodies to sell on the black market if they are “too rotten”. A dollhouse isn’t a house without its dolls to play in.

Behind another door is a luxurious apartment where Magnolia had it privately built, with various escape routes and hidden compartments to hide her family’s money and documents. An extension of the surgery clinic holds a “hate shrine” at the end dedicated to Dr. House, with life-sized felt puppet strung up by medical wires to the ceiling, walls, and floor. Lit candles surround it on tables and the tiles, illuminating the puppet’s ripped torso and exposed inner plush organs and plastic bones. On the walls are mad writings of slander and insults, attacking Dr. House’s insecurities and actions. A wind-up Gramophone Player plays chilling and disturbing tunes on one of the tables. All of this, is Dollhouse’s safe space. Her own little playground.

But in her bedroom is a small yet beautiful memorial for her late mother, with her urn in the center of it, superglued to prevent the ashes from spilling out.

Dollhouse is sometimes seen with Two-Face and his gang. The status of their relationship or reasons behind their meet-ups are unknown.

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Ace the Chihuahua!

Don’t let his cuteness fool you, he’s a twisted f*cking psychopath!

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"I hate talking about this, but... I do have depression. I hate it. I wasn't made to be sad and pathetic, I was made to be joyous and comical.

The pain makes it so much easier to ignore reality. To feel the sting of bruises and cuts, to beat the ever lovin' shit out of someone, to watch the misery and downfall of people who don't understand what it's really like to have one bad day ruining rest of your life...

It makes it so much easier to forget about my parents deaths…

*starts sobbing, putting her head in her hands…then starts laughing, the cackling and wheezing*

You know what’s the kicker? I see my parents everywhere. Still their happy-go-lucky selves! Laughing, enjoying life to the fullest, beckoning for me to come to them… but I have tried so many damn times to leave this godforsaken world! To be with them! To finally get a chance to hug them one last time!

Whoever created this universe, whatever fucked up piece of shit is watching, must think this is the funniest crap ever! And it is!

Who knew watching a psychopath wishing to die and go to Hell to see her dead parents was funny as fuck?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

- Miss Fortune, during a private conversation with the Joker upon a rooftop within Gotham City.

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"You know, life is such a fickle thing, really. You're born into the world, tiny and fragile, then suddenly you have to figure out what you have to do in life. You don't really have time to process any of your best childhood moments before responsibilities are thrown at you, especially for the few of us who grew too fast. And especially for the ones who had everything ripped away from them at the age of ten.

My parents were ripped away from me. They were my “everything”, as much I was everything to them. I was—am, actually—their legacy. I am what is left. And I don’t have many stories or details of them to talk about. They were simply acrobats trying to make a living from a shitty workplace, with shitty workers and shitty working conditions, and with an even more shitty boss for a ringleader. They were practically nobodies in this society.

And they were murdered by someone who thought their efforts to entertain weren’t good enough.

…Hehehe…

Nobodies…targeted by someone disguised as a functional member of society. And left me behind to deal with the consequences of their actions! How ffff-FUCKED is that?

As much as I hate to admit it…

I suffered. I suffered through a hellhole of emotions, survivor’s guilt, and sense of emptiness from that night for 18 years. I was diagnosed way too late, I was refused to get treatment from my boss because he had the audacity to think I was fine and “would grow out of it” so he didn’t have to waste money on ME, and not a single PERSON—other than my maternal figure—in that whole damn circus thought to ask “Hey, Alice! You doin’ good?”…

NO ONE!

NO ONE!!

…so to answer your question…I joined the Joker for a variety of reasons. For a sense of independence to quit an oppressive job, to finally feel free from my personal madhouse, to satisfy my desire of being my own person and do whatever my heart yearns…

And to give back some of the love that society has always shown me.”

— Allison Morrigan, when asked by an Arkham Asylum psychiatrist why she allied with the Joker.

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Miss Fortune a.k.a. Allison “Alice” Morrigan: [28] Born into a traveling circus and carnival, Alice was the life of her beloved parents, who were aerobatic performers who often did amazing feats on the tightrope suspended above the audience. The famous duo, “Lewy & Suzy” (Lewis and Susan Morrigan) an Irish and Japanese couple, husband and wife respectively. At the age of ten, tragedy struck in Alice’s life when her parents were brutally murdered by an “unsatisfied” patron after a show. She was the first to find their bodies on the floor in their trailer. After that, her life was a spiral downhill.

Even after improving on her knife throwing, sword swallowing, and acrobatics, and showing her excellent grades from her online courses, the ringleader and the circus management forced her to become one of the clowns in fear that she might become a hazard to others. And despite her attempts to prove that she wouldn’t be a problem, she ended up proving their point when she was on the tightrope wire trying a new act when she saw her parents performing in front of her, causing her to go into shock and falling backwards. Thankfully there was a net placed to catch her. She permanently became a clown afterwards.

Taking on the stage name “Mad Alice” for her clown persona at age 16, Alice became one of the most beloved characters at the circus due to her expressive and wild personality. All the young children would come up to her to get a hug or autograph, telling her she reminded them of Alice from “Alice in Wonderland”. The rest of the clowns absolutely despised the attention Alice was receiving, despite her being the one that brings more and more people every show. It also didn’t help that her mental state was becoming more deteriorated after being diagnosed with schizophrenia, pseudobulbar affect (PBA), PTSD, Anosognosia, and Atypical depression.

At 17, Alice started sneaking into the lion and tiger cages to feed them their daily meals, slowly befriending them. Every day, Alice would speak to them as if they are having a conversation—and they were, in her head. The lions and tigers would tell her about all of the abuse they endured during their time in captivity, and how much they wish to rip into the animal tamers’ guts to show them a lesson.

During aftershows, Alice would display creepy behavior such as staring and smiling at others for a long period of time, random fits of laughter, walking into the kitchen to steal a knife, talking to herself, and spontaneously bursting into dance whenever hearing music. But one of the clowns, a 40 year old woman named Ruby, who lost her son in a car accident, always looked after Alice and had her best interests in heart. She doted on Alice as if she was her own baby girl, ever since the troubled girl was little. Ruby was the reality anchor Alice needed and the grandmother she never had.

Before one of the grand shows, Ruby took Alice to a tattoo parlor to grant the girl her wish: blue roses on her shoulders and left ribs in memory of her mother’s affectionate nickname given to Alice, “my little blue rose”.

By the age of 28, Alice was a fully grown psychopath under the guise of being the overworked star of the circus, dedicated to her craft and career as a clown. She is now more dangerous than before, almost killing her co-workers by throwing knives near their heads, leaving disturbing gifts in their trailers (after somehow breaking in), would create crazy and nightmarish paintings and drawings, would be found singing grimly lullabies and songs, spend hours listening to her mother’s music box that was an anniversary gift from her father, and most concerning of all, using razors and knives to cut herself and watch blood drip down her skin, reveling in the pleasure from the pain.

After a night show spoiled by a scheming Joker dressed in the former ringleader’s uniform, Alice was used as a hostage by the laughing clown and dragged down into a secret escape latch. She didn’t realize she was a hostage after they entered the sewers and struck up a conversation. Joker led her to another one of his hidden hideouts, an abandoned novelty factory. After a bit of more talking, Joker decided to make Alice his new henchwoman and gave her variety of outfits and gadgets to choose. After some “fooling around”—and learning more things about Alice that Joker wasn’t ready for—he had her join his goons. He gave her a variety of outfits to choose from, and she settled on what is now her iconic look.

Theme song: “It’s Bad Luck, Babe!”

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